A beautiful line of verse has twelve feet, and two wings.
The reward of great men is that, long after they have died, one is not quite sure that they are dead
I have no religion,’ says Borneau, ‘but I respect the religion of others. Religion is sacred.’ Why this privilege, this immunity?... A believer creates God in his own image; if he is ugly, his God will be morally ugly. Why should moral ugliness be respectable?
We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
Being bored is an insult to oneself.
Style means the right word. The rest matters little.